This week was a long one for me and my family but we had a bright light as well. My grandpa was in the Korean Conflict. He was a sailor aboard the USS Hector and worked down in the engine rooms. He doesn't talk about his experience much, at least I never heard him say much, but it is something he and all of us in the family are proud of. 64 years have come and gone and my grandpa went without any recognition for his part in the conflict until this last Thursday, April 6th, 2017. Some of my family gathered to celebrate and congratulate my grandpa on finally receiving his Korean Peace Medal.​He has never been much of a talker usually setting on "Shit, sis" or "Yeah", "I'll be damned" or making some strange sound none of us have ever been able to put into text. He held me as I touched my first deer, helped me catch my first fish, and taught me about shit, literally, I learned all sorts of different animal crap from this man. My feelings were never hurt when he couldn't remember my name and called me sis instead. After all, he has two sisters, four daughters, six granddaughters, and five great granddaughters, it has to be hard to remember all of us.​I'm honored to know this strong sailor. Proud to call him my grandpa. And thrilled to teach my kids and someday WAY down the road my grandchildren what he has taught me.​Love ya, Forecast Floyd!